If this isn't strength, what is?

"Brother Jiang, you seem to have not left Tianyun Pavilion in recent years. Why don't you go to the secular world to relax and see if there are any talents that can be recruited into the pavilion?"

"Brother Lu, Tianyun Pavilion is not so declining that I need to personally recruit disciples."

Jiang Zhige's expression remained unchanged. He was busy dealing with the affairs of the pavilion all day long. He had to take time out even for cultivation. How could he have the leisure to go out and play in the secular world? Lu Tianjiao waved his hand and said helplessly: "No, no, no, you are a natural talent, but the young people in the sect are not. When the two of us are no longer capable, will Tianyun Pavilion still be so prosperous?"

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly when he heard that. Lu Tianjiao was right. The reason why Tianyun Pavilion could be so prosperous nowadays was purely because of them.

There is no genius among the young people in the pavilion who can break through to the Yuanhai realm before the age of fifty. If this lack of successors continues, Tianyun Pavilion will inevitably go downhill in a few hundred years.

"It just so happens that the five-yearly recruitment examination will be held soon. Just think of it as going down the mountain to try your luck. As for the affairs of the pavilion, I will take care of them for you for the time being."

"What do you mean temporarily? It should have been handled by you."

Speaking of this, Jiang Zhige suddenly felt unhappy. If Lu Tianjiao hadn't cheated, he wouldn't have to bear so much responsibility.

Inside the Zhengyang Temple, Nangong Rou was quite emotional. Decades had passed, and Tianyun Pavilion had become very different from what she had remembered.

At this moment, she wanted to know more and more what Jiang Zhige had experienced in the thousand years when she was not by his side, to become the evil Demon Emperor.

Seeing that Nangong Rou had stopped, hundreds of strong men began to discuss again.

"Is this still Tianyun Pavilion?"

"In nearly a hundred years, Tianyun Pavilion has really changed a lot."

"By the way, can the Demon Emperor be considered a genius? I remember that he didn't have a mediocre talent for cultivation?"

"The Demon Emperor has a mediocre physique and ordinary spiritual roots, but he has a talent for magic cultivation that is unmatched by ordinary people. It is not an exaggeration to call him a genius."

The discussion among the crowd was very quiet. At this moment, rather than the Demon Emperor's past itself, they hoped that the subsequent memories would make Nangong Rou give up on rescuing the Demon Emperor.

Because even if the Demon Emperor was not so evil, everyone in the palace had truly offended him.

In the light and shadow pictures, after Jiang Zhige left Tianyun Pavilion, he traveled to several mortal countries.

Three months later, he met many children with good talents, but unfortunately they were still far from the gifted ones he wanted.

Many of them can only practice with difficulty. If they enter Tianyun Pavilion, it is impossible for them to reach the level of Jiang Zhige and Lu Tianjiao.

On this day, Jiang Zhige was wearing a bamboo hat and cloth clothes, walking in a plain little town.

From time to time, he would look at some boys and girls under the age of twenty, but most of his eyes were on observing the customs and people in the city.

Lu Tianjiao was right. Finding disciples was secondary. It was also good to come out and relax occasionally.

After all, the chances of finding a talented genius among the mortal world are too low, and you may not be able to find one even after spending another ten years.

Not long after Jiang Zhige entered the city, he suddenly heard a cry in front of him.

He looked in the direction and found a little girl about eight or nine years old.

The girl was wearing a stained and somewhat tattered light pink dress. Her little face was also covered in dust, and the tear marks left by her tears were clearly visible.

She knelt in front of the government office, crying and shouting, "I want to report to the authorities! I want to report to the authorities!"

Jiang Zhige remained calm and listened quietly to the discussions of the people around him.

"Isn't this Yaya? What happened to her?"

"This silly girl, her candied haws were stolen, and she actually ran to the government to report it, hoping that the constable would help her catch the criminal."

"Tanghulu? Isn't this nonsense?"

When everyone learned the truth, they found it funny and thought it was a big deal. It turned out to be just a string of candied haws lost.

Amidst the laughter, only Jiang Zhige's eyes were clear.

He could see the extreme sadness in the girl's eyes.

After all, she was a girl of eight or nine years old. She would never cry like this for a string of candied haws.

Jiang Zhige glanced at the people around him and quickly found an old woman with a guilty look in her eyes.

Before he could do anything, the bailiff in front of the government office suddenly pushed the girl down and said impatiently: "Little devil, don't you see where you are? If you want to make trouble, go home to your parents!"

After hearing this, the girl cried even louder and stayed in front of the government office, refusing to leave.

Seeing this, the yamen runner frowned, thinking that the girl was throwing a tantrum on purpose, and said coldly: "Stupid girl, I think you are not going to accept my toast and you will have to drink a penalty drink!"

As he said this, he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the girl, looking ferocious.

No one in the crowd tried to dissuade them, because this was in front of a government office, and the girl was being unreasonable and disrupting order, so it was understandable to beat her up.

I thought the girl would back down, but she still stayed in front of the government office, crying loudly, "I won't leave, I won't leave. This is where criminals are caught. You have to help Yaya catch them."

The bailiff's face turned dark, and he didn't know what to do.

Although the girl was being unreasonable at first, he couldn't really hit a little girl of eight or nine years old.

Seeing that no one came forward to take the girl away, Jiang Zhige sighed silently, walked over and helped the girl up.

He squatted in front of the girl and asked softly, "Girl, why are you crying like this over a string of candied haws?"

"Candy and candied haws, Yaya finally bought them."

The girl's face was covered with tears and she was sobbing and couldn't explain herself clearly.

Jiang Zhige was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the old woman hiding in the crowd and asked, "Did you steal this girl's candied haws?"

"Nonsense! How could I, an old woman in her seventies, steal this girl's candied haws?"

The old woman immediately tried to explain herself upon hearing this, but the guilty look in her eyes betrayed her.

Everyone around was also stunned. If the old woman didn't steal the candied haws, the first thing they should have thought was that Jiang Zhige was not asking them, instead of rushing to make excuses with a guilty look on their faces.

After all, if the old woman didn't steal the candied haws, she wouldn't be a suspect at all.

"No way? Why would Grandma Wang, at her age, steal a girl's candied haws?"

"Who knows? Grandma Wang is so poor that she couldn't bear to give away the candied haws, so maybe she secretly gave them to her grandson."

"By the way, who is this young man? Could he be Yaya's father?"

"How is that possible? Her parents died a long time ago, and she only has one sister."

Hearing the discussions of the people around him, Jiang Zhige felt quite sad.

No wonder the girl cried even louder after being pushed down by the yamen runners.